Long Pantsuit Poems

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Premium Member Brief Herstory By Man

slithering through a suffragette smattering
the serpentine has no shoulder
on which to give 
or have taken 
piggyback rides through pantsuit criterion
so certainly lacks the same of which to dry witch salt tears with

whirling up and around then down up her ankle
thick thick thigh 
deliciously dry coconut shunt
lipstick cracking
open pistachio shells

bravo to the mercenaries!
    at least the split is red enough to pull the lever
                                           and 
 			            spill how
                  women got their seat 
                  at the 
baccarat table


Premium Member Black Holds Her Essence Back

Twirling in cottons of pinks yellows and blue
Prom red satin slides in, so shiny and new
Followed by linen, stark, stiff and tannish white
Black holds her essence back, saving herself for the night

Whirling in wonder the materials swirl
Laughing at the closets of frayed fabrics that curl
Yellows in a stack down the hall ready to be quilted
Some of the shabbier cottons are practically wilted

The fabrics are laughing at each other’s flaws
Bullies on fire, so glad none have jaws
Instead of supporting, they tear polyester apart.
Not realizing even she is a lost pantsuit art.

I dare not peek in the sewing room,
For they are nasty and mean.
They make fun of each other.
Each one thinks she is queen.

The fabrics are nasty, back-biting and bad.
Maybe the worst textures I have ever had.
I enter cautiously, hoping to fix them, to make them play right.
Black holds her essence back, saving herself for the night
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Life Told By My Clothes

Age One to five,
diaper, t-shirt, panties, petticoat, dress, hair ribbon,
Six to ten
car coat, patent leather shoes, apron, white pedal pushers, ruffled top,
Eleven to fifteen
Liz blouse, go-go boots, faux leather jumper,
bellbottoms, polyester pantsuit,
Sixteen to twenty
shirt dress, blue jeans, two piece swimming suit,
dark gray coat with rabbit collar, diamond ring,
Twenty-one to Twenty-five
fancy lingerie, maternity top, short shorts, zigzag dress,
burgundy leather coat with white fox collar with matching fox hat,
Twenty-six to Thirty
suits with skirts, high heel shoes, pink ski coat with white faux fur collar, dressy dresses, sandals,
Thirty-one to Thirty-five
ruby ring, diamond necklace, opal ring, moonstone pendant, emerald ring,
Thirty-six to Forty
diamond cocktail ring, fancy turquoise bracelet, pearl earrings, slacks, Girl Scout leader uniform,
Forty-one to Forty-five
purses, floral scarves, sweat pants, diamond necklace, ruby ring,
Forty-six to Fifty
opal pendant shaped like a bear, silver strand necklace,
fancy tops with rhinestones, knitted hats, knitted scarves,
Fifty-one to Fifty-Five
handmade sweaters, one pair of blue jeans, jackets, tank tops, I love Grandma sweatshirt,
Fifty-six to Sixty
one piece swimming suits, fluffy socks, pajamas, fuzzy robes, elastic waist line pants,
Sixty-one to Sixty-five
hoodies, tennis shoes, fancy bag, one pair of blue jeans, pajamas
Sixty-six to Sixty-Eight
long sweater like we wore in the late sixties, bell bottom pants I found last year in a store, and paint clothes because I am an artist and when I am not writing poems, I am painting canvases.

She Would Be Queen

She would be queen, oh if indeed she could
   after all, she's been where others stood.
So in control of e-mail trolls
   she believes herself far better in the know.
The queenly rule is not just a presentable display
   as her silent king makes hanky panky in the hay.
She's stern and forceful, once secretary of state
   keeping her close inner secrets on her plate.
A pantsuit-wearing globe-trotter
   with a desired rule set on her blotter.
But be sure she can be over cautious
   quite averse to taking risk for fear of losses.
Negotiate she did and will
   but haven't we already taken the same  bitter pill?
Too many historic clans 
   hold the path to freedom's stand
Just two hundred years have come
   the dynasty and monarchy never seems undone
They return and take control again
   and to the power  throne ascend.
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Form: Rhyme

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